Page 30 of Koroleva

I moaned and pushed her head down to the base. I loved stroking her throat and her not complaining about my roughness.

She bobbed her head up and down, in sync with my insistent thrusting. I clenched my eyes and growled loudly. If she kept going like this a bit longer, I would come on her tongue.

When I refocused my gaze, I noticed that La Torre was illuminated. The show was about to start. I lifted Irene by the hair until she stood up next to me. I turned her around so her breasts were pressed against the glass. I spread her legs taking one of the condoms that, kindly, were left in the booths of the swinger area, courtesy of La Marca.

I sheathed myself and touched the wetness I knew I would find between her thighs.

"Touch yourself," I encouraged.

Irene brought her hand to her crotch to rub her clit. I spat on my fingers to give her extra lubrication and slipped them into her vagina while she masturbated. She exhaled sharply. She was more than ready to take me.

"Sex" by Cheat Codes and Kris Kross Amsterdam started playing in the swinger area. A perfect inspiration for a good live porn show.

On the platform, a pair of muscular, shirtless men welcomed a masked woman who could be a blonde replica of Catwoman. I recognized them; it wasn't the first time I'd come. They were the owner's bodyguards, in charge of the club's security. It was said they loved to share.

I removed my fingers and rocked my erection between her vaginal lips. Irene moaned, eager to take me.

I couldn't take my eyes off the platform, where the blonde in tight pants and a skimpy top moved between the pair as if she had done it often. Could she be one of their regular lovers?

One had his pelvis locked in the woman's buttocks, and the other pressed her to his groin as they traced waves.

The audience screamed in frenzy, they wanted more and so did I.

The man behind her kissed her neck while the other focused on her cleavage, pinching one of her nipples.

"R, please," Irene pleaded.

"Pinch your breasts like they're doing to her," I demanded. Irene swallowed hard and moved her hands towards her areolas, making room against the glass.

The blonde had a slimmer, less voluptuous body than my lover; she reminded me of... "Enough!" I scolded myself; it was the haircut that reminded me of her.

The bodyguard at the front slowly lifted the top for the delight of the more voyeuristic onlookers. A pair of medium-sized, creamy breasts topped with salmon-colored nipples emerged, making my mouth water.

"R, I'm already pinching," my lover complained. I was giving her a terrible fuck. I apologized.

I positioned my dick at her entrance and thrust as my eyes caught the guy at La Torre moving down the blonde's torso to drop in front of her crotch, lifting a thigh over his shoulder to lick her through the leggings.

She leaned back against the man behind her. He held her and began to grope her breasts.

The clients at La Marca were hypnotized by the scene. I was too, no denying it. It didn't matter that I was thrusting breathlessly like a beast between the white thighs, because in reality, I wasn't fucking her, but the mysterious stranger who so reminded me of Nikita.

My fingertips sank angrily into the plush hips. No matter how much I wanted to push her away, she stayed there, screwing my mind with her images and the memory of her taste.

My lover moaned, surrendered to the cause, oblivious to what was going through my head and keeping me glued to the scene unfolding on the other side of the booth.

The audience encouraged the trio to go further. The dark-haired man twisting the nipples whispered something to the blonde's ear. She nodded and I saw how his partner lifted his face from the crotch to exchange a phrase with his colleague.

I was dying to know what they were planning. Would they go for a double penetration? It seemed likely. The blonde appeared to have no taboos, quite the contrary.

"R, I'm going to come," Irene murmured breathlessly.

"Do it."

I was more curious about what was happening outside than what I was doing. I felt my lover's sex tighten and her body dissolve into a satisfied pulse. I kept pumping, lost in the images that La Torre, its queen, and those two knights returned.

The one on the floor moved his hands to the waistband of the pants.

"That's it, champion, strip her, I want to see," I muttered to myself.

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